Beadle's Dime Novels, No. 11 — page 49: what you’re looking at

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, THE PLOT EXECUTED. 47 vividness.) He walked back and forth rapidly, and envied the two sleepers who had thrown thelnselves upon their cloaks and snored soundly. Suddenly he heard the key turn in the lock of his cell door. A jailer entered with a capitan de partido, or local magistrate. The former held a small paper lantern in his hand and moved with a slow step, as if in the capacity he was, he desired not to be the bearer of good news. - The man came forward with his usual greeting, ‘Do you confess your fault ?” “T have nothing to confess,” was the answer. “Tt makes no difference,” replied the jailer, calmly—* you are at liberty. A carriage awaits you at the door.” “At liberty!” Charmed words—the young man’s face brightened—he straightened himself. “ At liberty!” he re- peated incredulously. “You will walk this way if you please, senor,” said the man. Herman followed incredulously. He took down his hat, his linen oversack, and put them on as one ina dream. He moved out into the great black passage-way and felt the wind from the sea strike damp against his forehead. The jailer held up his lamp in the wide entrance. It flashed full in the faces of the general and Don Carlos ;—evil omen! For a mo- ment Herman drew back—he feared conspiracy, else why those two ,of all men, and here at such an hour, close upon midnight? The carriage stood just beyond. “You are to go immediately from the country, senor,” said the jailer. “ Am I to be driven to the pier?” asked Herman. “I know nothing about it, senor, except that by order of the consul you are at liverty,” was the reply, somewhat impa- tiently. Herman drew a long breath and stepped out. The car- riage door was flung open. He hesitated—placed his foot upon the step—there was a scuffling noise. His worst fears were verified—he was a prisoner gagzed and bound. Don Carjos and the general laughed out loud and long, then drove home to confer together. commicloooksaconn |